tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35601632783488140402018-03-06T02:35:01.427+11:00Chook's Cogitations - A Bipolar WonderlandA snapshot of my brain, which being Bi-polar can on occasion be interesting...at least the odd person tells me so ;)Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-40340049660600259902011-09-28T23:08:00.000+10:002011-09-28T23:08:34.631+10:00Live Drawing<span style="color: #ffe599;">Hi all,</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">For the last little while I've been doing some life drawing. I just thought I'd share some of my better pictures. I hope that you can see some improvements.</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">Cheers Kate</span><span style="color: #45818e;">&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><a href="http://s246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0266.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Bec 7.9.11" border="0" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/IMG_0266.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0265.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Bonnie 14.9.11" border="0" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/IMG_0265.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0264.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Homework 14.9.11" border="0" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/IMG_0264.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0274.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Bec 21.9.11" border="0" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/IMG_0274.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0276.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Warmups Bec 28.9.11" border="0" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/IMG_0276.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0275.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Portrait Bec 28.9.11" border="0" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/IMG_0275.jpg" /></a>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-73303975271917457612011-09-11T03:42:00.000+10:002011-09-11T03:42:35.857+10:00Torchwood: Miracle Day Finale :) I liked it!<span style="color: #fff2cc;">Hello all,</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">I suppose I ought to admit that once the story started getting more sci-fiy that I relaxed about the mass murder storyline...I must be more comfortable with shootings and bombings, which is the violence to be seen in the final episodes (not to mention seen in every other thing on the telly these days). I enjoyed the cheesy alien/earth thing they got happening, I can even handle the final twist...all of which is firmly rooted in Torchwood reality. I find myself already looking forward to another season (although I couldn't find a whiff of it on the web yet). Here's to hoping they do!</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;"></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">On something completely different that has been going on in my life recently...I'm taking life drawing at Kelly's shop, and if I remember to take photo's I'll post some of what I'm achieving. Thanks to magnificent auntie Elwyn, I'll soon be looking to help host some other art classes with Kelly too! I just have to get this sleep/socialising thing more under my own control ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Ok, well that's it for now. I'll post some pics soon.</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Kate</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-28559146591213322422011-08-15T06:11:00.003+10:002011-08-15T06:15:46.638+10:00Grrr...Torchwood.<span style="color: #f4cccc;">I'm back...</span><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">Well, I didn't think it would go well...and it was what I expected. Torchwood exposed the badies, and the governments claimed they were acting for the good of the people. Rather than shutting down the projects and claiming plausible deniability, they've kept them open for the disposal of 'excess' human life.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">I suppose that my reaction is worse because I've spent the evening whilst waiting to see the episode by browsing&nbsp; photos of death and destruction...the bulk of which has been archived in reference to various wars around the world. (I must explain that I got onto the topic quite by accident as I followed a photographic link to prints from the 'Danse Macabre', which was one of my essay topics while I was at Uni. There were many prints made during the late Middle Ages and the Renaissance, in response to the deaths that occurred after the plagues in Europe. They depicted the dance that every man from every walk of life must take with Death as you're carried off to the afterlife. {I actually built a couch, with a colonnade which I was going to paint with facsimiles of these charming prints...thus I still collect images off the net occasionally, rather than sketch directly from the aged books.}) Anyhow, in my browsing the least unsettling images I found were the peaceful images of cemeteries...Places where individual headstones had been laid by grieving loved ones. &nbsp;Personally I find the mass headstones that are all identical, as offensive as waste of human life that caused them. To me they scream that there was no-one left to grieve, or that there wasn't enough of a recognisable body left for someone to claim. I feel sick to my soul about it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">On a side note, I feel sick that another generation is being taught that it's acceptable to fight rather than to lead by example. If ever I find that Raph or Mill, intend to join the armed forced I am going to sit them down and make them watch every one of the photos I downloaded...and ask them what if the people lying dead, and broken were people they loved...and if they were willing to cause another family the pain and anguish of having to find members of their family in shattered pieces. I want to point out to them that no matter what side you are on, what you're doing is wrong! Certainly some may say that if the allies hadn't gone to war with the axis in the second world war, that the atrocities would have been far worse...but if everyone had been living with respect for each other's lives in the first place then things wouldn't have gone so far as voting the Nazi's et al into power, <u>and</u> our own governments would have exerted pressure in time to reinforce the benefits of tolerance. *Deep Sigh*</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">IT'S NOT HARD PEOPLE: LEAD BY EXAMPLE...SAY NO TO VIOLENCE.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">I can't write any more tonight, it wears me out contemplating how simple it should be, and yet how hard we seem to struggle achieving it.</span><br /><span style="color: #f4cccc;">Kate&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-48003061688798646972011-08-13T21:40:00.000+10:002011-08-13T21:40:55.056+10:00Don't know why it took me so long to find this song...<span style="color: #ffe599;">Hey,</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">I just watched Submarine for the first time, a simple coming of age story, with a nice soundtrack and nice directing (by Moss from The IT Crowd, aka Richard Ayoade). Just quirky enough to remain interesting all the way through.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">&nbsp;Anyway, </span><span style="color: #ffe599;">here is a lovely tune for you, from the soundtrack.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br /></span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YOZZomkMZLk" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">Alex Turner - It's hard to get around the wind.</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">It's like you're trying to get to heaven in a hurry</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">And the queue was shorter than you thought it would be</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">And the doorman says, "you need to get a wristband"</span><span style="color: #f1c232;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">You've got to lift between the pitfalls</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">But you're looking like you're low on energy</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">Did you get out and walk to ensure you'd miss the quicksand?</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">Looking for a new place to begin</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">Feeling like it's hard to understand</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">But as long as you still keep pepperin' the pill</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">You'll find a way to spit it out, again</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">And even when you know the way it's gonna blow</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">It's hard to get around the wind.</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">Stretching out the neck on your evening</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">Trying to even out some deficit</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">But it's saber tooth multi-ball confusion</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">And you can shriek until you're hollow</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">Or whisper it the other way</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">Trying to save the youth without putting your shoes on</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">Looking for a new place to begin</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">Feeling like it's hard to understand</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">But as long as you still keep pepperin' the pill</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">You'll find a way to spit it out, again</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">And even when you know the way it's gonna blow</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">It's hard to get around the wind.</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">I can hear you through my window</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">But I'm never quite sure who is who</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">But they want the world on a dessert spoon</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">It always sounds like they're fightin'</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">Or as if that's what they're about to do</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">It might not hurt now but it's going to hurt soon</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">Cheerio Kate</span><span style="color: #ffd966;">&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-12208987497627021172011-08-08T22:17:00.000+10:002011-08-08T22:17:58.025+10:00Torchwood : Miracle Day<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Hi All,</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">As you may have noticed I'm a bit of a Torchwood fan (Yes, I'm still hoping that someone will give me a life size Captain Jack). The latest series is Miracle Day, and I'm five episodes into the story.</span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9V2NrnGkXhc" width="560"></iframe><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">I have to say that the latest development in the story is quite disturbing. Aside from the fact that so far there have been no aliens (perhaps due to the series shifting to the US)...They have chosen to turn the whole world into a Nazi Death Camp. I feel quite sick as I contemplate where they hope to take the story. Certainly the storyline of experimenting on humans or aliens has been covered in the past, and the parallels have been drawn between Joseph Mengele and other scientific experimenters. But do we actually need to take things one step further into the horrors of our past? To actually put people into a gas chamber and just incinerate them. Surely this is taking things a step too far? The Second World War and the atrocities that were perpetrated then, are not so distant in the memories of the survivors and their children.&nbsp; What they are trying to say could surely be extrapolated from a less explicit storyline. </span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Part of what I have found appealing about Torchwood, and Dr Who, is the exploration of our humanity and ability to respectfully apply those rights to beings that are foreign to us. I realise that part of that is facing the times that we have acted inhumanely towards each other...the act of holding a mirror up to see ourselves in a clearer light. My point is that in the past we have been given enough food for thought without having to make direct references.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Certainly I've read enough Sci-Fi, to have covered most of the post-apocalyptic terrors...and each time it has made me more concious about how I treat the people I come into contact with, and more determined to support equal rights for all. I'm not convinced that being force fed issues, leads to that self realisation. I would have thought that it is in our personal interpretations of the storyline, and the application of what we have discovered about ourselves, that works to make the world a better place.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">I could turn off and not watch Torchwood, and thus put an end to my pain. I would miss the characters I've come to know and love. There is always the promise of knowing the outcome to try and keep me tuned in; I also know that eventually right will win, and the power of the people will turn against the corporation perpetrating the evil, thus theoretically my world balance ought to have been restored. It's all part of the formula...make us believe that we are capable of the worst, give us an option to do right, and then reassure us that the world will be a better place afterwards...oh and don't forget the scapegoat, without one we might actually have to live with the knowledge that it was our fault after all.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">I will continue to watch, just because I'm a sucker. I just wont like what I'm viewing...but hey I watch some of the trashiest horrors made on abysmal low budgets. I will continue to miss the strong characters, the moving music, and the more thoughtful story lines that the original Torchwood had. Hopefully things will improve, the only other alternative is that they die.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">My raised ire will over the insensitivity of the storyline will eventually dissipate, and I hope that not too many are offended by it in the mean time. I may of course feel the need reiterate my concern over the dumbing down and force feeding of historical atrocities at a later date.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Kate&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-78890253865764299222011-06-26T22:20:00.000+10:002011-06-26T22:20:19.248+10:00Soft drink cans.<span style="color: #ffe599;">Hi All,</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">I've been reading my usual array of things online and stumbled across this great use of soft drink cans.</span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bRZvAAqzXIw" width="425"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">A simple yet effective heater for the house.</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">It reminds me of the soft drink bottle greenhouse I want to make, so my tomatoes have a head start. My main problem is that I don't drink enough soft drink to amass my construction materials ;)</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">Kate</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-37377116221650852892011-06-02T09:35:00.000+10:002011-06-02T09:35:54.982+10:00My two favourite animal clips<span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Hi,</span><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">These crack me up everytime.</span><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">The Mannequin Bird.</span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M8pqH6zXDE0" width="425"></iframe><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Techno Tim Cat</span><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;"><br /></span><br /><a href="http://www.totalleh.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="www.totalleh.com - click to visit" border="0" src="http://www.totalleh.com/beta163.gif" /></a><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">The cat always makes me laugh. No matter how miserable I am.</span><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Cheers Kate</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-24336762607894917242011-05-24T23:59:00.000+10:002011-05-24T23:59:17.464+10:00New Look<span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Howdy all,</span><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Long time no see :)</span><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Life got busy. I'm busy overhauling everything since my brother and everyone else has moved out. </span><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">The lounge looks great, with different furniture in it thanks to Maria giving me some replacements for the stuff I gave to Trick. It's all lighter and brighter. I've got fabric to recover a couple of chairs, although technically I've got 5 that need doing. I figure the antique I ought to get someone else to do. BTW,&nbsp;</span> <span style="color: #a2c4c9;">do you like my background? They are poppies that I grew last spring, and are so bright and cheerful I decided to share them with you...although if they make your eyes go funny looking at them on the screen I'll consider changing them. When I re-jigger my garden I'll definitely be putting more in, and maybe some tulips.</span> <br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">The garden also needs an overhaul. Things just fly by in the crash after being a little hypomanic. Not that I achieved anything around the house when I was hypomanic, since I decided to write a book. It's not finished, and I didn't like the direction it took about half way through so it needs a major rewrite before I show it to anyone.</span><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">I'm in a spring cleaning kind of mood...getting rid of as much stuff as I can that doesn't bring me joy. Although I'm struggling with the raft of papers that litter my desk. I take note on things that I read on the internet and interest me...but then I don't know what to do with them all. I'd put them all in a book but I hate tearing pages out when the notes no longer have any relevance. Filing cabinets aren't any good either since I tend to put things in them and never think of them again.</span><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">I'm dead set frustrated with mp3's. They are such a hassle to organise once you've downloaded them. A cd was easy you just shoved it up on a shelf with the others in that genre...and you could find the one you were looking for without having to scan thousands of songs. I suppose things would be easier if i didn't download stuff from so many genres, then I could just hit play on the whole randomised list. As it is I prefer listening to things to set a mood, so classical mixed with jazz, blues, indie and alt rock just doesn't do it for me. Sorting through 28,000 songs is going to be a long job. *sigh* Bloody wmp isn't working either so I have to try and work in itunes and I can't figure out how to get it to delete the crap songs from my hard drive as I sort them. I wish that I could work it properly because then it would also be easier to put stuff on my iphone.</span><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Now for some music...one of my favourite classical pieces. Rimsky Korsakov - Scheherazade (Moscow Symphony - Arthur Arnold, conductor - Elena Semenova - violin - Live from The Hague.)</span><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;"><br /></span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s_pkRH2DZuw" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zhBEvPD8DR8" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wxWS_iZbKY0" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ihh7Stn7HZk" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YvQxHfNLbOk" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">I hope you've enjoyed it.</span><br /><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">Kate</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-55140400546770096192011-02-19T00:14:00.000+11:002011-02-19T00:14:54.061+11:00<span style="color: #ffd966;">Hello,</span><br /><span style="color: #ffd966;">It's been a while and I thought I ought to share a couple of songs with you. They are both sung by Billy Holiday.</span><br /><span style="color: #ffd966;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #ffd966;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #ffd966;">First up, a lullaby which I adore:&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Summertime - Billy Holiday</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Summertime and the livin' is easy</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">So hush little baby, don't you cry</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">One of these mornings, you're goin' to rise up singin'</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Then you spread your wings and you'll take the sky</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">But 'til that mornin', there's nothin' can harm you</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">With daddy and mammy standin' by</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">One of these mornings, you're goin' to rise up singin'</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Then you spread your wings and you'll take the sky</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">But 'til that mornin', there's nothin' can harm you</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">With daddy and mammy standin' by</span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h5ddqniqxFM" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffd966;">Next is a far sadder song:&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Strange Fruit - Billy Holiday</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Southern trees bear strange fruit,</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Pastoral scene of the gallant South,</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Then the sudden smell of burning flesh!</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop,</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Here is a strange and bitter crop.</span><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bXdnD39GYVU" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffd966;">May the people's of the world learn from their mistakes, and intolerance become a thing of the past.</span><br /><span style="color: #ffd966;">Kate&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-56327198920684463832010-11-28T01:04:00.000+11:002010-11-28T01:04:58.865+11:00A very quick post<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Hi hi,</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"></span><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Just wanted to share a movie quote with you. It's from a tv movie "Riverworld" 2010.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">The road we walk was built with the stones that scarred our feet. ~ Tomoe Gozen</span><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span></blockquote><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">It just seemed to be another way of putting "what hasn't killed you has made you stronger" or "suffering is good for the character" ...which is said so often in my family that it ought to be our motto.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Cheerio Kate</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-3250770134801506792010-11-18T02:26:00.000+11:002010-11-18T02:26:49.767+11:00A little blog fun<span style="color: #ffe599;">Hi Hi,</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">Today's game is from another </span><a href="http://lady-drace.livejournal.com/300011.html"><span style="color: #ffe599;">blog</span></a><span style="color: #ffe599;">. Thanks Lady Drace. I found the page by searching for pictures of Andrew Lee Potts.</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Anyhoo, the game is this:</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">1. Bold the names of guys you'd definitely sex it up with.</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">2. Italicize the names of guys you might do after a little persuasion.</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">3. Leave the guys who don't do anything for you alone.</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">4. Put a question mark after the guys you've never heard of.</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">5. Strike the guys you wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole.</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">6. Add three more guys to the list.</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">1. Russell Howard ?</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">2. </span><strike><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Criss Angel&nbsp;</span></strike><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">3. </span><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Robert Pattinson&nbsp;</span></em><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">(In the right light)</span></em><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">4. </span><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Jeffrey Dean Morgan</span></em><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">5. </span><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Hugh Jackman</span></em><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">6. </span><strong><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Brad Pitt</span></em></strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">7. </span><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Jared Padalecki</span></em><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">8. </span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Taylor Lautner</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">9. Jackson Rathbone&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">10. </span><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Robert Downey Jr. (when he's not drinking)</span></em><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">11. </span><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Jared Leto</span></em><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">12. Adam Gontier ?</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">13. </span><strike><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Chris Kane</span></strike><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">14. Michael Welch ?</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">15. Jensen Ackles?</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">16. </span><strike><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Michael Shanks</span></strike><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">17. </span><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Misha Collins</span></em><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">18. </span><strike><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Ryan Reynolds</span></strike><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">19. </span><strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Andrew-Lee Potts</span></strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">20. Lee Pace ?</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">21. </span><strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;">David Tennant</span></strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">22. </span><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">John Krasinski</span></em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">23. </span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Rupert Grint</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">24. </span><strike><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Justin Chambers</span></strike><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">25. Patrick Dempsey</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">26. Scott Patterson ?</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">27. Matt Czuchry ?</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">28. </span><strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Ed Westwick</span></strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">29. Jim Parsons&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">30. </span><strike><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Mark Salling</span></strike><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">31. Andy Samberg ?</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">32. </span><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Chace Crawford</span></em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">33. Gaspard Ulliel ?</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">34. </span><strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Bradley James</span></strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">35. </span><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Colin Morgan</span></em><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">36. </span><strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Joseph Gordon-Levitt</span></strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">37. Christian Bale</span><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">38. </span><em><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Alexander Siddig</span></em><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">39. </span><strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Jude Law</span></strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">40. </span><strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Tom Ward</span></strong><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">41. </span><strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;John Barrowman</span></strong><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">42. </span><strong><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;Rupert Evans</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">Obviously I could have added more than three that I fancy...and I admit to seaching </span><a href="http://www.imdb.com/"><span style="color: #ffe599;">imdb</span></a><strong><span style="color: #ffe599;">&nbsp;</span></strong><span style="color: #ffe599;">for pictures of lots of the fellows with question marks (and italics since I never remember names that go with faces till I see them :).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">Hmm, is it a reflection of my love life that out of 42 men there are only 18 that I wouldn't sleep with? lol, perhaps it's more a reflection of why I don't date...the fact that out of 42 men that are considered good looking I'd still only sleep with 24.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">lol something for me to sleep on I think :)</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">Kate&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-11145664899409490832010-11-15T20:55:00.001+11:002011-08-08T22:22:42.982+10:00Been a while...<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Hello,&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">So it's been a while since I've written anything. I've definitely been in hibernation mode. There hasn't been anything in particular that's been keeping me there apart from not wanting to upset the apple cart. For the most part my moods have been good when I've chosen to be in the world. I've lost my temper once and shouted at E. Which is something I haven't done in about ten years with a person.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">I stick my head in a hole when there is stress around...perhaps that's the reason I've been hibernating? E has been ill and had exams and hasn't coped with that. T and P have been working away in N.S.W., making it hard for T to see his kids and they've both been working very long hours with lots of pressure. </span><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">M has been running around after everyone else and is starting to lose it. Me, I just go to bed and sleep.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Um I suppose that I've also been inventing a dream world to live in, just like I did as a teenager. Although I have to admit it's much harder to escape into it as I did when a teenager. I want to put that down to my medication and the way it affects the way my brain works. I have the same trouble reading books. My concentration only lasts so long before I need to reread something, which of course interrupts how deeply I can immerse myself in the story...which is the most frustrating part! I used to read a novel a night as a teenager, and now i'm lucky if I can read a couple of novels a year.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">I do escape into the Sims a bit, it's nice to download furniture and stuff, then to build a dream house. Sometimes I theme the build with the characters I've made. Snowy the cat was a redneck with a mullet who lived in a converted warehouse with boarded and barred windows. Millie the chook, lives with John Chook, and a daughter Katie Chook, in a triple fronted cream brick venereal (veneer for those who don't know my families lexicon). Which is quite fitting since they are fifties rockers, poodle skirt included, and they were all the rage in Australia in the baby boomer era.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Oh you may be wondering about the chook references, last week I got 5 chickens. They are Isa Browns (aka brown eyes) which are a medium reddy brown with the odd white feather in their tails, wings or ruff. They are sweet chooks and eat out of my hand. They were on the point of lay when I got them, with only one of them actually laying, whereas now I'm getting three eggs a day. I was given a chook shed for my birthday. I did have a little problem with them eating the odd egg which I fixed by filling an egg with Tabasco, mustard and chilli. I had an old syringe which was used to flush ronnie's dodgy eyes with saline, which after piercing the egg's side with holes large enough to get the nozzle of the syringe into, I just flushed the white out and replaced it with this hot mixture.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Well I don't feel like writing much else today, so I'll leave you with a song.</span><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yaFYc_RxNsI?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yaFYc_RxNsI?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"> </span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">&nbsp;"Heartbeats" JOSÉ GONZÁLEZ<br /><br />[The Knife cover]<br /><br />One night to be confused<br />One night to speed up truth<br />We had a promise made<br />Four hands and then away<br /><br />Both under influence<br />We had divine scent<br />To know what to say<br />Mind is a razor blade<br /><br />To call for hands of above<br />To lean on<br />Wouldn't be good enough<br />For me, no<br /><br />One night of magic rush<br />The start a simple touch<br />One night to push and scream<br />And then relief<br /><br />Ten days of perfect tunes<br />The colors red and blue<br />We had a promise made<br />We were in love<br /><br />To call for hands of above<br />To lean on<br />Wouldn't be good enough<br />For me, no<br /><br />To call for hands of above<br />To lean on<br />Wouldn't be good enough<br /><br />And you, you knew the hands of the devil<br />And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth<br />Sharing different heartbeats<br />In one night<br /><br />To call for hands of above<br />To lean on<br />Wouldn't be good enough<br />For me, no<br /><br />To call for hands of above<br />To lean on<br />Wouldn't be good enough<br />For me, no</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">And just because I love his voice another one :)</span><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9B-h1EEsKDA?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9B-h1EEsKDA?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">"Teardrops" JOSÉ GONZÁLEZ &nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Love, love is a verb</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Love is a doing word</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Feathers on my breath</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Gentle impulsion</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Shakes me makes me lighter</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Feathers on my breath</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Teardrop on the fire</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Feathers on my breath</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Night, night of matter</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Black flowers blossom</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Feathers on my breath</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Teardrop on the fire of a confession</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Feathers on my breath</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Black flowers blossom</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Feathers on my breath</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Water is my eye</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Most faithful mirror</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Feathers on my breath</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Teardrop on the fire of a confession</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Feathers on my breath</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Most faithful mirror</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Feathers on my breath</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Teardrop on the fire</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Feathers on my breath</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">You're stumbling into harm</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><br /></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Stubling into harm</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Cheers Kate&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-29294864998110620692010-09-21T00:50:00.000+10:002010-09-21T00:50:12.560+10:00Family Rhymes<span style="color: #b6d7a8;">I was just contemplating my families nursery rhymes...most of which have mangled some valid source.</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Case in Point:</span><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Round and round the mulberry bush,</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">The monkey chased the weasel,&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">The monkey thought it was all in fun,</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Pop goes the weasel.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Round and round the mulberry bush,</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">The monkey chased the weasel,</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">The monkey stopped to pull up his socks,</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Pop goes the weasel.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Now that is quite obviously a mash up of "Round and round the mulberry bush" and "Pop goes the weasel" with a little family flavour thrown in for the heck of it. But now we come to the serious digression.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Rocky Raccoon,</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Sat on a spoon,</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">In the middle of a room,&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">On top of the moon.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Now, as you'll notice there isn't really a resemblance to anything much, and certainly no real tune to follow.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Now as any good Beatles follower knows there is in fact a song called Rocky Raccon and it was on the White Album. So for comparison here are the original lyrics, and a nice you tube clip :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #93c47d;">Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota<br />There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon<br />And one day his woman ran off with another guy<br />Hit young Rocky in the eye Rocky didn't like that<br />He said I'm gonna get that boy<br />So one day he walked into town<br />Booked himself a room in the local saloon<br /><br />Rocky Raccoon checked into his room<br />Only to find Gideon's bible<br />Rocky had come equipped with a gun<br />To shoot off the legs of his rival<br />His rival it seems had broken his dreams<br />By stealing the girl of his fancy<br />Her name was Magil and she called herself Lil<br />But everyone knew her as Nancy<br />Now she and her man who called himself Dan<br />Were in the next room at the hoe down<br />Rocky burst in and grinning a grin<br />He said Danny boy this is a showdown<br />But Daniel was hot, he drew first and shot<br />And Rocky collapsed in the corner, ah<br /><br />D'da d'da d'da da da da<br />D'da d'da d'da da da da<br />D'da d'da d'da da d'da d'da d'da d'da<br />Do do do do do do<br /><br />D'do d'do d'do do do do<br />D'do d'do d'do do do do<br />D'do d'do d'do do do d'do d'do d'do d'do<br />Do do do do do do<br /><br />Now the doctor came in stinking of gin<br />And proceeded to lie on the table<br />He said Rocky you met your match<br />And Rocky said, doc it's only a scratch<br />And I'll be better I'll be better doc as soon as I am able<br /><br />And now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room<br />Only to find Gideon's bible<br />Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt<br />To help with good Rocky's revival, ah<br />Oh yeah, yeah<br /><br />D'do d'do d'do do do do<br />D'do d'do d'do do do do<br />D'do d'do d'do do do d'do d'do d'do d'do<br />Do do do do do do<br /><br />D'do d'do d'do do do do, come on, Rocky boy<br />D'do d'do d'do do do do, come on, Rocky boy<br />D'do d'do d'do do do d'do d'do d'do d'do<br />The story of Rocky there<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nucSvl7VXVM?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nucSvl7VXVM?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Cute vid huh?</span><br /><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Cheers Kate&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-51048654163866501002010-09-16T00:31:00.000+10:002010-09-16T00:31:57.954+10:00Silly things we do...<span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Ugh, have you ever felt a headache that starts in your shoulders and rolls over like a wave that is crashing, that ends by smashing your nose into the rocks on the sea floor? Right now my eyes feel as if they are being buffeted by the rolling turbulence of the water frothing upon itself, my nose feels bloodied and crushed, my shoulders and brain feel like they've been ripped from my body and stuck in a spin cycle of a front loading washer.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">All this because I forgot to pick up a script for one of my medications. Day one I feel nauseous and head-achy which can be combated by food and sufficent hydration. Day two results in the above, plus the only possible escape from those symptoms is to sleep...but a sleep you can't wake up from, and no amount of trying to lift your eyelids or calling out for help in a feeble yet terrified sleepy mumble brings anyone to your aid. I felt like I called out for a good hour or so, hoping that someone would come to my rescue and pick up my drugs for me...all I needed was a single capsule to help bring me back around to a normal state of being able to open my eyes and move from room to room. Eventually I was able to rouse myself enough to reach a phone and call for help. It still took me another few hours of sleep after I took the capsule, to be able to get out of bed (till 9.30pm)...now I am just dealing with the physical pain.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">All this because I forgot to pick up my medication two days in a row. Scary stuff really. I know it says on all the information on the boxes "DO NOT STOP TAKING THIS MEDICATION", but sometimes life just happens and the result is that you have to find a way to cope until you can take the medication again.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Even with life's ups and downs, my life is pretty good. Although it would be better if I didn't do silly things like forget to pick up my medication :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Cheers Kate</span><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-36233418213175323802010-08-31T18:25:00.000+10:002010-08-31T18:25:43.157+10:00Hello Darkness My Old Friend...<span style="color: #fff2cc;">The title says it all I'm afraid.</span><br /><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDYxgDO5bCI?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDYxgDO5bCI?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-81398231525468027352010-08-28T01:29:00.000+10:002010-08-28T01:29:39.703+10:00Beatles top 100<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Herrow</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">I heard the other day that <a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/">Rolling Stone</a> is publishing The Beatles top 100, the top ten of which you can find <a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/music/photos/28431/194023/0">here</a> and at the very end of this post. (I do love the lists they compile over there, some excellent listening!). This got me thinking about which Beatles song is my favourite. In my mid-teens I pretty much only listened to sixties music, as the eighties didn't really inspire me musically. As such I often found the Beatles high on my rotation list...along with the Byrds, the Easybeats, and the Stones (a bit of a Brit-Pop thing happening there, which was echoed again once we were into the nineties).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Anyway here is my favourite Beatles song and &nbsp;accompanying lyrics.</span><br /><br /><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkcRZSdc8us?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkcRZSdc8us?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><u><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Norwegian Wood</span></u><br /><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I once had a girl</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Or should I say, she once had me</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">She showed me her room</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Isn't it good Norwegian wood?</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">She asked my to stay and told me sit anywhere</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I sat on a rug, biding my time</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Drinking her wine</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">We talked until two, and then she said:</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">"It's time for bed,"</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I told her I didn't, and crawled off to sleep in the bath</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">And when I awoke, I was alone</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">This bird has flown</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">So I lit a fire</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Isn't it good Norwegian wood?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">LOL, I just read the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norwegian_Wood_(This_Bird_Has_Flown)#Lyrics">wiki article</a> on the meaning behind the lyrics.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Norwegian wood = Cheap pine, which was the craze to deck your house out in when the song was written (*shudder* I still have nightmares dealing with how to cover up cheap pine anything). </span><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Apparently a girl had led John on and made him sleep in the bath instead of putting out, and as payback in the song at least they thought the appropriate retaliation ought to be burning down her house. I must say that if I heard a fella talking about burning down a house just because a girl wouldn't have sex with him, I'd think he was an arrogant pig, and good on the girl for saying no in the first place...but I suppose it ought to be apparent that the generational gap is an issue just by me having been born nine years after this was recorded.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Perhaps I ought to save my generational rant for another post? lol, I'm old enough now to be driven insane by the younger generation...something which I never thought would happen to me. lol I guess it happens to most people eventually.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Back on track now, here is the Rolling Stone Magazine's top ten Beatles songs.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">10. While My Guitar Gently Weeps.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">9. Come Together.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">8. &nbsp;Let it Be.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">7. Hey Jude.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">6. &nbsp;Something.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">5. In My Life.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">4. &nbsp;Yesterday.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">3. &nbsp;Strawberry Fields Forever.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">2. &nbsp;I Wanna Hold Your Hand.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">1. &nbsp;A Day in the Life.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">And just because I like the number one on the list, here is the song and lyrics.</span><br /><br /><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nY0SRsAeaw?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nY0SRsAeaw?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><u>A Day in the Life</u></span><br /><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I read the news today oh boy</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">About a lucky man who made the grave</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">And though the news was rather sad</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Well I just had to laugh</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I saw the photograph</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">He blew his mind out in a car</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">He didn't notice that the lights had changed</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">A crowd of people stood and stared</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">They'd seen his face before</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Nobody was really sure</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">If he was from the House of Lords.</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I saw a film today oh boy</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">The English Army had just won the war</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">A crowd of people turned away</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">but I just had to look</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Having read the book</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I'd love to turn you on</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Woke up, fell out of bed,</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Dragged a comb across my head</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">And looking up I noticed I was late.</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Found my coat and grabbed my hat</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Made the bus in second splat</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">and Somebody spoke and I went into a dream</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I read the news today oh boy</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">And though the holes were rather small</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">They had to count them all</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I'd love to turn you on</span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> </span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">I hope you've enjoyed the sojourn into Beatles land.</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">See you on the flip side!</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Kate&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"> </span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><br /></span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-46769670373203576152010-08-17T12:10:00.000+10:002010-08-17T12:10:16.882+10:00Odd dreams due to lack of one drug.<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Hello,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">So today's &nbsp;post is about what happens when I forget to refill a certain script. While the avanza script messes with my sleep patterns, effexor messes with my dreams and manner of sleeping. First of all I sleep so heavily that I don't roll over, which leaves me feeling like i've killed all the cells in one hip due to lack of blood flow. Secondly it severely messes with my dreams. I have bizzare saga dreams on any usual night, but when I haven't taken this med they are epic bizzaro dreams...it's like I have extra long dream cycles, which are all interlinked more than usual. It reminds me of what I was once told happens to alcoholics once they come off the grog; the grog had them sleeping in such a deep state for so many years that their bodies try to compensate for all the lost years of rem sleep...flooding them with dreams, to the point that they can feel as if they are going mad.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Anyway, last night's d</span><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">ream my whole family when on a sex convention (not like sexpo)...where every sexual concept you've ever held was challenged, and you were encouraged to experiment without repercussions. There were confrences to ask you why you believed what you did, why you limited yourself to certain attractive people as potential partners...all &nbsp;the while that was going on i was also a secret agent that travelled through time, could fly by concentrating, and could also turn myself invisible at will.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">So I went off exploring various situations like hooking up with a 50's rock and roll singer who went to my old school in Hamilton. Apparently it was due to my interference with his life that he became such a huge success. I rearranged the school buildings and built an awesome swimming pool that was dedicated to him, so that his name would live on forever (at least in that community). I bounced around that school for a couple of hundred years, helping other's reach the peaks of their professions.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Eventually I returned to the confrence and thwarted an evil master mind from taking over the world, had George Bush pay me a large wad of cash, which my father insisted on calling me a prostitute for accepting. All the while my family was blissfully unaware of my super spy abilities, and they'd been only exploring their own sexualities. Then things dipped briefly into reflections of how I see each of them and their attitudes towards sex and the world around them...and I told them off for ignoring the fact that Raphy had been witness to all thier behaviour towards each other, and how was he supposed to make sense of the world and his own sexuality in the future if he'd been subjected to all of their foibles. I asked Raph what we could do to untraumatise him, and he expressed that all he wanted was to go on the rollercoaster on level ten...so we packed a picnic and got them to reopen that floor to us. Then we rode the rollercoaster until it was time to go home, by which time Raph was so plum tuckered that he was fast asleep on my back as I piggy backed him out of the convention centre. It could also express my worry about Raph being bipolar, or suffering from anxiety (the last of which he is already showing signs of).</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">So what does all of that mean? Well there are a heap of topics that have been running around in my family this year...sexuality being the biggest topic. Another being Raph's sponge like absorbtion of everything going on around him causing major problems for the poor little mite trying to make head and tail of the world around him. On a personal note I've discovered that i'm quite liberal (free thinking rather than political party) when compared to my family when it comes to attitudes about sex, appearance, and expressing what I believe, or wanting to experience new things. Also that I can shine, even tough the majority of people can't see me, and that I can control the environment around me...and that I'm often in the right place at the right time to get things done.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">*sigh* yet it also expresses the longing I have for meeting someone extraordinary to share my life with. Certainly a pearl in the rough appeals, yet I also feel invisible to them. That I also have to demonstrate physically that I believe that they can achieve great things before they truly understand how much they mean to me. Certainly a catch 22, and self destructive behavoiur.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Anyway, that's it from me today. I have to get out and buy these drugs, so I sleep better tonight :)</span><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Kate</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">P.S. </span><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Also please excuse any typo's I may have made today as i've got my right hand bandaged so that I can't play solitare or mahjong. I've gone and given myself RSI in my index and middle fingers by playing them too much whilst watching tellie on my puta.&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-91663173678072390082010-08-14T20:55:00.000+10:002010-08-14T20:55:57.568+10:00So Tired<span style="color: #fff2cc;">Hi,</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">What can I say? I'm completely knackered. Today we put two large trees through a mulcher, and between the sawing, the draging and the lifting I've got no energy left. I'm about to pour myself into bed and sleep for a week.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">So here is a rather obvious tribute to being tired...gotta love The Beatles.</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">Cheers Kate&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #fff2cc;">p.s. as per usual the lyrics are posted below the song.</span><br /><br /><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Tu2eZpA4yo?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Tu2eZpA4yo?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">"I'm so tired" ~ The Beatles<br /><br />I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink<br />I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink<br />I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink<br />No,no,no.<br /><br />I'm so tired I don't know what to do<br />I'm so tired my mind is set on you<br />I wonder should I call you but I know what you would do<br /><br />You'd say I'm putting you on<br />But it's no joke, it's doing me harm<br />You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain<br />You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane<br />You know I'd give you everything I've got<br />for a little peace of mind<br /><br />I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset<br />Although I'm so tired I'll have another cigarette<br />And curse Sir Walter Raleigh<br />He was such a stupid git.<br /><br />You'd say I'm putting you on<br />But it's no joke, it's doing me harm<br />You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain<br />You know it's three weeks, I'm going insane<br />You know I'd give you everything I've got<br />for a little peace of mind<br />I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind<br />I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind<br />(mumbling)</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-71319429305106192132010-08-09T05:31:00.000+10:002010-08-09T05:31:21.782+10:00Something that shits me...<span style="color: #ea9999;">Hmm &gt;:(</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">This is something that just annoys the hell out of me.</span><br /><blockquote><span style="color: #ea9999;">"Oh she's totally bipolar, I mean what a crazy bitch? Did you see her being nice to that guy in front of her and then turning around in the queue and doing her nut at the girl behind her?!?"</span></blockquote><span style="color: #ea9999;">GRRR! Ok, I get that yes, her behaviour was bipolar in attitudes, but by usurping the label bipolar they are turning a serious illness into a joke. Just because someone is behaving in two opposite manners in a short space of time doe <u>NOT</u> make them bipolar.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">I have a friend that does this, and I know he doesn't mean me any offence, and that he's just short-cutting his use of the language...but what comes out of one mouth is soon copied by the next.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">Case in point I was having a forgetful day here in Ballarat, and during a conversation with about ten people I was heard saying:</span><br /><blockquote><span style="color: #ea9999;">"Get with the Leaflet!"</span></blockquote>&nbsp;<span style="color: #ea9999;">When faced with blank stares I followed up with:&nbsp;</span><br /><blockquote><span style="color: #ea9999;">"Oh you know the paper folding thingy!"</span></blockquote>&nbsp;<span style="color: #ea9999;">Riotous laughter ensued at my muddling of the words</span><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Leaflet and Programme.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">About a month later as I was driving down the main street of town, past the main bus exchange, I heard two kids ribbing a third with:</span><br /><blockquote><span style="color: #ea9999;">"Der?!? Get with the Leaflet why don't cha?!?"</span></blockquote>&nbsp;<span style="color: #ea9999;">That's correct, I was being quoted over a month later by total strangers!&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">Now I may hear some of you thinking "Oh well, maybe she lives in a little country town in Australia, where everyone knows everyone else.", but you would be sorely mistaken Ballarat has just over 100,000 residents...I know approximately ten of &nbsp;those 100,000.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">So as you can see it only takes one person to say something silly, and the next thing you know vast masses have taken up the call.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">I guess all I can do is express that by making a joke about something as serious as an illness or disorder, it does more harm than good. It certainly makes me feel like I've wasted all these years educating others about mental illness, and doing my best to reduce the stigma suffered by other's who are struggling daily with their individual problems.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">Serious Kate, out.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="color: #ea9999;">&nbsp;</span></blockquote><span style="color: #ea9999;"> </span><span style="color: #ea9999;">&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-31679104702421645082010-08-09T03:17:00.002+10:002010-08-09T03:17:48.777+10:00Tiny House!<span style="color: #ffe599;">Hey all,</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">Check out this tiny house, it's so cute!</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">Love Kate</span><br /><br /><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbRvsWuWNUM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbRvsWuWNUM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-3600502418858014832010-08-06T01:58:00.000+10:002010-08-06T01:58:10.183+10:00Another song...<span style="color: #ea9999;">Hi Guys,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">Here is yet another song for you. It just tickles my fancy.</span><br /><br /><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OF5OtSO3j6I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OF5OtSO3j6I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">"I am a man of constant sorrow"&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">(In constant sorrow through his days)</span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> I am a man of constant sorrow </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> I've seen trouble all my day. </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> I bid farewell to old Kentucky </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> The place where I was born and raised. </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> (The place where he was born and raised)</span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> For six long years I've been in trouble </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> No pleasures here on earth I found </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> For in this world I'm bound to ramble </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> I have no friends to help me now. </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> [chorus] He has no friends to help him now </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> It's fare thee well my old lover </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> I never expect to see you again </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> Perhaps I'll die upon this train. </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> [chorus] Perhaps he'll die upon this train. </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> You can bury me in some deep valley </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> For many years where I may lay </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> Then you may learn to love another </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> While I am sleeping in my grave. </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> [chorus] While he is sleeping in his grave. </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> My face you'll never see no more. </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> But there is one promise that is given </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> I'll meet you on God's golden shore. </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> </span><span style="color: #e06666;"><br /></span><span style="color: #e06666;"> [chorus] He'll meet you on God's golden shore.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">lol, did you like it?&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">Yeahaw,</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;">Kate&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #ea9999;"><br />&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-56451326414515309142010-08-06T01:08:00.000+10:002010-08-06T01:08:02.703+10:00Writing Style.<span style="color: #ffe599;">Hey again all,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">I just stumbled across this link which analyzes who you write like by sampling your text.</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">I thought I'd better share it here :)&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br /></span><br /><div style="background: #F7F7F7; border: 2px solid #ddd; color: #555555; font: 20px/1.2 Arial,sans-serif; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; width: 380px;"><img src="http://s.iwl.me/w.png" style="float: right;" width="120" /><br /><div style="border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; padding: 20px; text-shadow: #fff 0 1px;"><span style="color: #444444;">I write like</span><br /><a href="http://iwl.me/w/b3a26720" style="color: #698b22; font-size: 30px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #444444;">Stephen King</span></a></div><div style="color: #888888; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">I Write Like</span></i><span style="color: #444444;"> by Mémoires, </span><a href="http://www.codingrobots.com/memoires/" style="color: #888888;"><span style="color: #444444;">Mac journal software</span></a><span style="color: #444444;">. </span><a href="http://iwl.me/" style="background: #FFFFE0; color: #333333;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">Analyze your writing!</span></b></a></div></div><span style="color: #ffe599;">For my Blog</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br /></span><br /><div style="background: #F7F7F7; border: 2px solid #ddd; color: #555555; font: 20px/1.2 Arial,sans-serif; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; width: 380px;"><img src="http://s.iwl.me/w.png" style="float: right;" width="120" /><br /><div style="border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; padding: 20px; text-shadow: #fff 0 1px;"><span style="color: #444444;">I write like</span><br /><a href="http://iwl.me/w/d760c1b4" style="color: #698b22; font-size: 30px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #444444;">James Joyce</span></a></div><div style="color: #888888; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">I Write Like</span></i><span style="color: #444444;"> by Mémoires, </span><a href="http://www.codingrobots.com/memoires/" style="color: #888888;"><span style="color: #444444;">Mac journal software</span></a><span style="color: #444444;">. </span><a href="http://iwl.me/" style="background: #FFFFE0; color: #333333;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">Analyze your writing!</span></b></a></div></div><span style="color: #ffe599;">Poetry</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br /></span><br /><div style="background: #F7F7F7; border: 2px solid #ddd; color: #555555; font: 20px/1.2 Arial,sans-serif; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; width: 380px;"><img src="http://s.iwl.me/w.png" style="float: right;" width="120" /><br /><div style="border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; padding: 20px; text-shadow: #fff 0 1px;"><span style="color: #444444;">I write like</span><br /><a href="http://iwl.me/w/3aaddb54" style="color: #698b22; font-size: 30px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #444444;">Ian Fleming</span></a></div><div style="color: #888888; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">I Write Like</span></i><span style="color: #444444;"> by Mémoires, </span><a href="http://www.codingrobots.com/memoires/" style="color: #888888;"><span style="color: #444444;">Mac journal software</span></a><span style="color: #444444;">. </span><a href="http://iwl.me/" style="background: #FFFFE0; color: #333333;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">Analyze your writing!</span></b></a></div></div><span style="color: #ffe599;">Story (Homo-erotic)</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br /></span><br /><div style="background: #F7F7F7; border: 2px solid #ddd; color: #555555; font: 20px/1.2 Arial,sans-serif; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; width: 380px;"><img src="http://s.iwl.me/w.png" style="float: right;" width="120" /><br /><div style="border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; padding: 20px; text-shadow: #fff 0 1px;"><span style="color: #444444;">I write like</span><br /><a href="http://iwl.me/w/2b568272" style="color: #698b22; font-size: 30px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #444444;">Chuck Palahniuk</span></a></div><div style="color: #888888; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">I Write Like</span></i><span style="color: #444444;"> by Mémoires, </span><a href="http://www.codingrobots.com/memoires/" style="color: #888888;"><span style="color: #444444;">Mac journal software</span></a><span style="color: #444444;">. </span><a href="http://iwl.me/" style="background: #FFFFE0; color: #333333;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">Analyze your writing!</span></b></a></div></div><span style="color: #ffe599;">Story (Girly comedy)</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br /></span><br /><div style="background: #F7F7F7; border: 2px solid #ddd; color: #555555; font: 20px/1.2 Arial,sans-serif; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; width: 380px;"><img src="http://s.iwl.me/w.png" style="float: right;" width="120" /><br /><div style="border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; padding: 20px; text-shadow: #fff 0 1px;"><span style="color: #444444;">I write like</span><br /><a href="http://iwl.me/w/c3e0655f" style="color: #698b22; font-size: 30px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #444444;">Vladimir Nabokov</span></a></div><div style="color: #888888; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">I Write Like</span></i><span style="color: #444444;"> by Mémoires, </span><a href="http://www.codingrobots.com/memoires/" style="color: #888888;"><span style="color: #444444;">Mac journal software</span></a><span style="color: #444444;">. </span><a href="http://iwl.me/" style="background: #FFFFE0; color: #333333;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">Analyze your writing!</span></b></a></div></div><span style="color: #ffe599;">Story (Daydream)</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br /></span><br /><div style="background: #F7F7F7; border: 2px solid #ddd; color: #555555; font: 20px/1.2 Arial,sans-serif; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; width: 380px;"><img src="http://s.iwl.me/w.png" style="float: right;" width="120" /><br /><div style="border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; padding: 20px; text-shadow: #fff 0 1px;"><span style="color: #444444;">I write like</span><br /><a href="http://iwl.me/w/cfe99843" style="color: #698b22; font-size: 30px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #444444;">Dan Brown</span></a></div><div style="color: #888888; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">I Write Like</span></i><span style="color: #444444;"> by Mémoires, </span><a href="http://www.codingrobots.com/memoires/" style="color: #888888;"><span style="color: #444444;">Mac journal software</span></a><span style="color: #444444;">. </span><a href="http://iwl.me/" style="background: #FFFFE0; color: #333333;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">Analyze your writing!</span></b></a></div></div><span style="color: #ffe599;">Story (Sci-Fi)</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br /></span><br /><div style="background: #F7F7F7; border: 2px solid #ddd; color: #555555; font: 20px/1.2 Arial,sans-serif; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; width: 380px;"><img src="http://s.iwl.me/w.png" style="float: right;" width="120" /><br /><div style="border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; padding: 20px; text-shadow: #fff 0 1px;"><span style="color: #444444;">I write like</span><br /><a href="http://iwl.me/w/fe11a92f" style="color: #698b22; font-size: 30px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #444444;">Raymond Chandler</span></a></div><div style="color: #888888; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">I Write Like</span></i><span style="color: #444444;"> by Mémoires, </span><a href="http://www.codingrobots.com/memoires/" style="color: #888888;"><span style="color: #444444;">Mac journal software</span></a><span style="color: #444444;">. </span><a href="http://iwl.me/" style="background: #FFFFE0; color: #333333;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">Analyze your writing!</span></b></a></div></div><span style="color: #ffe599;">Poetry</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br /></span><br /><div style="background: #F7F7F7; border: 2px solid #ddd; color: #555555; font: 20px/1.2 Arial,sans-serif; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; width: 380px;"><img src="http://s.iwl.me/w.png" style="float: right;" width="120" /><br /><div style="border-bottom: 1px solid #eee; padding: 20px; text-shadow: #fff 0 1px;"><span style="color: #444444;">I write like</span><br /><a href="http://iwl.me/w/a85d5606" style="color: #698b22; font-size: 30px; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #444444;">H. G. Wells</span></a></div><div style="color: #888888; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #444444;">I Write Like</span></i><span style="color: #444444;"> by Mémoires, </span><a href="http://www.codingrobots.com/memoires/" style="color: #888888;"><span style="color: #444444;">Mac journal software</span></a><span style="color: #444444;">. </span><a href="http://iwl.me/" style="background: #FFFFE0; color: #333333;"><b><span style="color: #444444;">Analyze your writing!</span></b></a></div></div><span style="color: #ffe599;">Story (Gothic romance)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">I have to say I'm pretty chuffed that my writing style can vary so much. A pretty nifty exercise if you ask me. Now if only I could finish a story and have it published that would really be something!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;">Cheers Kate&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #ffe599;"><br /></span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-7043579031603349842010-08-06T00:02:00.000+10:002010-08-06T00:02:00.978+10:00Closet Robbie Williams fan.<span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Hi,&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I have a confession to make...I'm a closet Robbie Williams fan. I realise with that statement I can renounce any claim to being cool. LOL, it's a good thing I'm too damn old to worry about whether or not I'm cool.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMJFGc648vE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lMJFGc648vE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">And of course here are some lyrics to go along with the song...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">&nbsp;"Come Undone"<br /><br />So unimpressed, but so in awe<br />Such a saint, but such a whore<br />So self-aware, so full of shit<br />So indecisive, so adamant<br />I'm contemplating, thinkin' about thinkin'<br />It's overrated, just get another drink and<br /><br />Watch me come undone<br />They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street<br />I pray when I'm coming down, you'll be asleep<br />If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet<br />Because I'm scum, and I'm your son<br />I come undone<br />I come undone<br /><br />So rock 'n' roll, so corporate suit<br />So damn ugly, so damn cute<br />So well-trained, so animal<br />So need your love, so fuck you all<br />I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to<br />If I stop lying, I'll just disappoint you<br /><br />Come undone<br />They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street<br />Come undone<br />I pray when I'm coming down, you'll be asleep<br />Come undone<br />If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet<br />Because I'm scum, and I'm your son<br />I come undone<br /><br />So write another ballad, mix it on a Wednesday<br />Sell it on a Thursday buy a yacht on Saturday<br />It's a love song, a love song<br />Do another interview, sing a bunch of lies<br />Tell about celebrities that I despise<br />And sing love songs, we sing love songs so sincere<br /><br />So sincere<br /><br />Come undone<br />They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street<br />Come undone<br />I pray when I'm coming down, you'll be asleep<br />Come undone<br />The young pretend you're in the clouds above the sea<br />I come undone<br />I am scum<br />Love your son<br />You've gotta love your son<br />Come undone<br />You've gotta love you son<br />Come undone<br /><br />Love your son<br />I am scum<br />I am scum<br />I am scum<br />I am scum<br />I am scum<br />I am scum</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">So I know it's about coke, however, I always think about when I'm in a depression, and how I live a duplicitous life</span><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">.</span><span style="color: #b4a7d6;"> I'm so busy trying to convince everyone that I'm normal, even though I'm barely holding things together. Not to mention the self destructive behaviour I indulge in when I think "What the fuck! I may as well do whatever I like for a quick high, since everything is pretty pointless anyway." ...the flip side of which is: what damage am I doing to everyone around me by only considering myself. &nbsp;</span><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1BEq6EYtXU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1BEq6EYtXU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">"Feel"&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Come on hold my hand,<br />I wanna contact the living.<br />Not sure I understand,<br />This role I’ve been given.<br /><br />I sit and talk to god<br />And he just laughs at my plans,<br />My head speaks a language, I don’t understand.<br /><br />(chorus)<br />I just wanna feel real love,<br />Feel the home that I live in.<br />’cause I got too much life,<br />Running through my veins, going to waste.<br /><br />I don’t wanna die,<br />But I ain’t keen on living either.<br />Before I fall in love,<br />I’m preparing to leave her.<br />I scare myself to death,<br />That’s why I keep on running.<br />Before I’ve arrived, I can see myself coming.<br /><br />(chorus)<br />I just wanna feel real love,<br />Feel the home that I live in.<br />’cause I got too much life,<br />Running through my veins, going to waste.<br /><br />And I need to feel, real love<br />And a life ever after.<br />I cannot get enough.<br /><br />(instrumental)<br /><br />(chorus)<br />I just wanna feel real love,<br />Feel the home that I live in,<br />I got too much love,<br />Running through my veins, going to waste.<br /><br />I just wanna feel real love,<br />In a life ever after<br />There’s a hole in my soul,<br />You can see it in my face, it’s a real big place.<br /><br />(instrumental)<br /><br />Come and hold my hand,<br />I wanna contact the living,<br />Not sure I understand,<br />This role I’ve been given<br /><br />Not sure I understand.<br />Not sure I understand.<br />Not sure I understand.<br />Not sure I understand.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">This song however just expresses my longing to experience all the things that I miss out on when I'm at the mercy of Bipolarity. It's not that I'm not loved, because I am...it's more that at times I'm unable to actually feel it, same as for the most part I've got everything that I need in life...The hitch is being able to actually connect to it emotionally. So I suppose it makes me feel that I'm missing out on half my life, and what a waste of the life I have within me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Apart from all that Robbie has heaps of uplifting songs and nice high energy stuff which will get me bopping along and singing out of tune with my headphones on...so yes, I'm a closet fan.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Cheers Kate&nbsp;</span><span style="color: #b4a7d6;"> </span><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-48620757440820025012010-07-31T01:29:00.000+10:002010-07-31T01:29:15.864+10:00A New Look...<span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Hello,</span><br /><span style="color: #d9d2e9;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">What do you think of my new look? William Morris is out and Original Kate is in. Well, when I say original, I mean stock photo's edited together and then filtered so that they no longer resemble the originals.</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/eternitychook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://i246.photobucket.com/albums/gg113/gafchook15/eternitychook.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">And here is another prepared just for you...lol. The copperplate is by a little old guy who used to wander the streets of Sydney writing inspirational messages in chalk, and eternity was his favourite word there fore he became known as the Eternity Man. And the Chook is digitally altered to remind everyone of me! How egotistical is that??? Yes, I am the Eternity Chook. Long after the current generations are dead, the memory of the Eternity Chook shall live on in the annals of the Internet. Does the Internet even have annals? I suppose it must, like when we moved from dial up speeds to cable and ADSL, and the introduction of the social pages of facebook or blogger et al. On line email, and mass storage out in the ether, must surely qualify too. Oh and let's not forget the introduction of live porn streaming direct to your homes.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Hmm, isn't the internet just nifty?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">So on a side note I had my hair died a purpley blue today...and the shower definitely needs a better scrub. Don't you hate it when you rinse the dye from your hair and it sticks to the 'invisible' soap scum in the shower? On the plus side it does mean that I can actually see what needs scrubbing.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">I've also been getting back into playing D&amp;D, it's fun but seems to take up a large amount of time since I'm DMing for the first time ever. Between that, the garden and my trip to Queensland, I haven't been blogging very much. So sorry :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Well I'm off to bed now, stuff to do tomorrow.</span><br /><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Cheers Big Ears :)</span><br /><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Kate</span><br /><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">P.S. I'm not really saying you've got big ears (I mean that would hardly be fair of me since I haven't actually seen your ears), but rather wishing you a cheery greeting from all your friends in Toyland and of course Noddy! Toodles!</span><span style="color: #d9d2e9;">&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3560163278348814040.post-71925058657027250162010-06-10T02:03:00.001+10:002010-06-10T02:04:49.565+10:00A Serious Man<span style="color: #c27ba0;">Hi All,</span><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I've just re-watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1019452/">A Serious Man</a>. It's brought to us by the Coen Brother's. Their typical style provides us with moments that are funny, sad, and cringe worthy. A simple story that takes you on unexpected twists and turns, and leaves you wondering if this is what life is all about. It's just plain wonderful, like so many of their other offerings.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I think my favourite moment is almost at the end when Rabbi Marshak says "When the truth...is found...to be lies...and all the hope...within you dies...Then what?..."</span><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">The words are quite similar to the question posed in my <a href="http://chook15.blogspot.com/2010/05/bonekickers.html">Bonekickers</a> post...poignant as you've reached the crux of the story. Just as you're letting the deep and meaningful lesson sink in, you're swung a throwaway line, which turns the whole thought upside down. You're taken right back to the start of the movie and left wondering what life is all about. Just when you think you've got it all figured out they pose the ulitmate question: Can you really control your life, or at you at the mercy of circumstance? Does leading a good and moral life spare you from misfortune? If not, then what?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">You're not given any answers to those questions in this movie. Live your life, and when it's all drawing to a close tell me then :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">On a side note here is one of my favourite songs from the movie.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWMyQ7OMM5c&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWMyQ7OMM5c&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><i><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Jefferson Airplane - Somebody To Love&nbsp;</span></i><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">When the truth is found to be lies</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">And all the joy within you dies</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Don't you want somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Don't you need somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Wouldn't you love somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">You better find somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">When the garden flowers baby are dead yes</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">And your mind is full of red</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Don't you want somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Don't you need somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Wouldn't you love somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">You better find somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">But in your head baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Don't you want somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Don't you need somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Wouldn't you love somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">You better find somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Tears are running ah running down your breast</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">And your friends baby they treat you like a guest</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Don't you want somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Don't you need somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Wouldn't you love somebody to love</span><span style="color: #ead1dc;"><br /></span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">You better find somebody to love</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">And now my favourite Jefferson song :)</span><br /><br /><br /><object width="500" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WANNqr-vcx0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WANNqr-vcx0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><i><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit&nbsp;</span></i><br /><br /><span style="color: #ead1dc;">One pill makes you larger<br />And one pill makes you small,<br />And the ones that mother gives you<br />Don't do anything at all.<br />Go ask Alice<br />When she's ten feet tall.<br />And if you go chasing rabbits<br />And you know you're going to fall,<br />Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar<br />Has given you the call.<br />Call Alice<br />When she was just small.<br />When the men on the chessboard<br />Get up and tell you where to go<br />And you've just had some kind of mushroom<br />And your mind is moving low.<br />Go ask Alice<br />I think she'll know.<br />When logic and proportion<br />Have fallen sloppy dead,<br />And the White Knight is talking backwards<br />And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"<br />Remember what the dormouse said:<br />"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I was in my first depression way back in my early teens when I first listened to this a lot. I had a myriad of physical symptoms that were masking what was wrong with me, none of which would respond to normal treatment. So it really felt like the song to me. The world was all wrong and nothing my mother or doctors could give me did anything to help. I'd feel great at times and miserable at others. I toyed with the idea of getting wasted on various things to see if it helped. Lucky for me I figured out that wasn't going to solve any problems either. My brain chemistry doesn't need anything extra to experience everything White Rabbit describes :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Cheers Guys :)</span><br /><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Kate </span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">&nbsp;</span>Chookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03018112540674632045noreply@blogger.com0